The End

Calling my child,
come back from the page.
The snail slithered not far
north off the shore
of a distant reality.

And i'm calling you
with all of my being,
my heart in my voice.
There is no inhibition now.

My father and all watch,
touched with tears in their
eyes as the picture
before me responds.

Birds and dolphins
hear my song, my cry
reaches to a fractal.

There is nothing else
that matters.